I think she's trying for a all new world's record for calling in sick on Mondays while still keeping her job. I was  lamenting the fact that I decided against going to the doctor and instead took the last stashed pain pill for a strained back that I injured a couple of weeks ago, when I arrived at work and my co-worker told she'd called in again. The injury was long enough ago for the boss to have stuck me with two solo Mondays since, so I guess I'm calling to make an appt. with the doc. That and the cold temps have kept me from doing much  riding and the impending winter season always dampens my spirits. J and I had plans to get a couple of things accomplished over the weekend, we wanted to get the topper on the garden bed,  and even though that didn't I happen, I did get all my geraniums pulled up and stored for the winter. Since I was trying to rest my back I spent the whole day Saturday curled up with Haruki Murakami's IQ84. J went to Tim's to barter skills, computer help exchanged for help with a tire that needed plugged. He was gone for so long that I had gone past worry to muttering under my breath, "What?! Is his finger broke!" and on the way to being righteously pissed when the phone rang. It was J and he immediately passed the phone over to Tim to explain that he'd been sitting there with his coat on ready to leave for the past two hours. I let Tim sweet talk me for awhile and then invited him over to share freshly made chili and cornbread. It was pretty funny when Tim started teasing J about being a vegetarian and eating chili made with ground beef. J just stood up walked to the kitchen and retrieved the veggie crumble packets from the freezer and pointed at the chili. J had a big grin on his face so I guess he enjoyed turning the joke.